Poets Corner.

Auckland Chronicle and New Zealand Colonist, Volume 2, Issue 25, 24 January 1844, Page 4

Poets Corner.

THE DEPARTED. A faded flower, a bud of beauty blasted, A broken lute, a precious diamond shattered, A stream of purest waier, early wasted, A priceless essence on the dessert scattered, like these thou hast perished, in thy beauty mild, To which shall we compare thee, lovely child? If to the faded flower, we know its fruit Is garnered up midst Heaven's holy treasures; If to the lovely toned, hot broken lute, Its echo mingleth now in heavenly measures ; The diamond is not lost; its fragments gather Into a star before the Eternal Father, The stream heside the stream *>f life :s flowing. And ever fed from their celestial springs ; The essence round the Throne eternal, going Embodied <m a Seraph** radiant wings ; Oh, lost one !—Set as call thee what we will, The very name hath consolation still. Bnt we will liken thee to some clear lamp. Whose brightness wish the light within is blended; And thro’the cold world”* gathering mist and damp, Thy soul was the flame that upward tended : The lamp is broken, and tb* imprisoned fire Both the region of its birth aspire!